Music I Shouldn’t Like: Yung Joc, Soulja Boy

This post could very easily be called, “Music I Shouldn’t Like: Every Festering Turd Infecting Terrestrial Radio” but let’s not be so obtuse when our articulating our apprehensions about contemporary music.

So Yung Joc right? Is it me or is he kinda like Lil’ Wayne without the BAPE endorsement? I mean they both attract random blondheaded girls but Yung Joc’s appeal is a bit more Super Sweet Sixteen while Weezy could pull some of that good MiSshapes poon. But that’s neither her nor there. Why come I’ve been sneaking peeks at Joc’s “Coffee Shop” like it’s free crack?

But even worse, I’m into this song by Soulja Boy called “Crank Dat Soulja Boy.”

Now, if you listen to that and ne’er rest thou eyes on this public weblog ever again, I will only keep kind thoughts in my heart for thee. Mind you, this is a new signee to Interscope records. Like, several millionaire jews were all ok, let’s put our marketing budget behind supaman and watch him crank dat boy! Like, what language is this? And how come the chorus makes me feel like I just huffed maaaaad glue? It feels like the whole world has a developmental disorder.